The Smoking FlaxMcClelland and Stewart, 1924 - 301 páginas |
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Página 218 - He shall not cry, nor lift up, Nor cause his voice to be heard in the street. A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench : He shall bring forth judgment unto truth.
Página 113 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit...
Página 106 - Twilight a-stealing over the sea, Shadows are falling, dark on the lea. Borne on the night wind, voices of yore Come from the far-off shore. Far away, beyond the starry sky, Where the love-light never, never dies, Gleameth a mansion filled with delight, Sweet happy home so bright.
Página 44 - DD's [degrees], or whatever it is, after his name. What he wants is horsepower an' savvy,
Página 57 - ... very gently and cautiously stroked, pressed and pinched the tiny nose just in the hope of discovering for good and all whether it was not as other noses are. And on every occasion she became more and more convinced that there was no hope at all, that it was the same in substance and consistency as it had been the day before and the day before that and the day before that; that, in fact, it was of wax. The consequence was that even at the age of six this particular feature in Sam's rather long...
Página 7 - Grass, green and moist, with a purple carpeting of anemones. Water shining from many tiny lakes. Coveys of white clouds, like ruffled swans, afloat in an infinite sky.
Página 26 - He had made up his mind that under no circumstances would he go back to his old home.
Página 287 - Jackson had lain down and fallen asleep, but as his eyes became accustomed to the light he saw that...
Página 121 - They haven'ta glimpse of what it should be — of what it could be made — " "That's just it,